God Shuffled His Feet

Greetings Dear Reader,

I am sure some of you are thinking of the song as you read this title.  It is part of what is on my mind.  What I am really thinking about is the level of dissatisfaction that permeates the world.  I recently encountered a moment when I felt so dissatisfied with what I had just because of something someone else had.

This is such a subtle wickedness.  It is so wrong of me to forget how much I already have in the moment and to covet what others have.  I wonder what it will be like to be predisposed to be content. 

There are things that I want that are acceptable to want.  There are dreams that I have that I am trying to build based on how God has created me.  It is the dissatisfaction in the midst of plenty that plagues me.  I want to possess things.  I want more.  I have to be vigilant not to allow these raw desires to become what drives me. 

I must measure each thing in light of what is best for my journey with Christ.  Every thought must be held captive by my gratitude for what I have and by my desire to possess only those things which make the journey better.

I am rich in that all that the Father has is already mine.  I am poor because I forget that I am his heir and wish for things that are not eternal.  If I can be dissatisfied in this then I truly need to focus more deeply on being aware of what matters.

God Shuffled His Feet – Crash Test Dummies

After seven days

He was quite tired so God said:

"Let there be a day

Just for picnics, with wine and bread"

He gathered up some people he had made

Created blankets and laid back in the shade

The people sipped their wine

And what with God there, they asked him questions

Like: do you have to eat

Or get your hair cut in heaven?

And if your eye got poked out in this life

Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;

The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

So he said: "Once there was a boy

Who woke up with blue hair

To him it was a joy

Until he ran out into the warm air

He thought of how his friends would come to see;

And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;

The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

The people sat waiting

Out on their blankets in the garden

But God said nothing

So someone asked him: "I beg your pardon:

I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke

Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;

The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."